March Manifesto

The Sovereign of Streets

I’ve never met man, high or low,

With a heart like the cities I know.

The heat of a Thai village breeze,

The scent of the jungle and trees,

Is a love that I’ll never let go.

I dream of the Athens night air,

With the dust and the ghosts in my hair.

The sunrise in Siem Reap was gold,

A story that never gets old,

A passion no husband could share.

I earn in the green of the West,

Though the exchange is a bitter-pill test.

With the dollar so low, And the "DAFT" in the tow,

My wallet is feeling suppressed.

But the "Storm" isn't coming—it’s here,

In the whispers of chaos and fear.

So I’ll trade the wild road,

For a Dutch-coated code,

And a harbor where safety is near.

I’m a woman who’s priced out the risk,

In a world that is brutal and brisk.

Let the exchange rate slide,

With the cities inside,

I’m a sovereign, safe, steady disc.

The Urban Heart

People ask if I’m lonely. I tell them I’m in love with the world. My heart belongs to the crumbling marble of Athens and the electric humidity of Krungthep. No man has ever offered me the thrill of a foreign skyline at 4:00 AM.

The Hedge

But even a lover of cities needs a home that won't burn down. I’m paying the Safety Tax in Euros because the Netherlands is the only place left where I can keep my memories of the jungle safe while the rest of the world holds its breath. I’m not settling down ,I’m docking the ship until the winds change.